“It’s like I have constant blue balls now,” I lied.
“I’ll do some research,” she offered, looking at me, concerned.
“Okay,” I said, figuring I’d now planted enough seeds for tomorrow’s conclusion to hopefully be climactic.
“I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes to help you,” she added, seeming even to take a glance at my hard-on, which I hoped to use when I test-drove her tomorrow.
“You’re a great Mom,” I said gratefully. And that was no lie.
“And you’re a great son,” she returned, totally over her mad.
Wednesday, October 31th: Day 10 of Project Mother Fucker (THE BIG DAY!!)
I woke up excited… like I used to on Christmas mornings.
And if all went well, I was going to have my Christmas on Halloween… getting the best present ever… losing my final remaining virginity to my Mother.
After I deposited my first load of the day in Ms. Chan’s mouth she asked, “So are you going to fuck your Mommy today?”
“That’s the plan,” I nodded. “Tonight.”
“I want to hear all about it,” she said.
“You really are a little nympho,” I said.
“You should have known me before the accident,” she smiled. “I wasn’t happy if I went eight hours without a cock in one of my three holes, or even all three.”
“Or a cunt to munch on,” I added.
“Well, of course,” she shrugged.
“Fair enough,” I laughed, as I headed out, giving her only one load this morning.
I stayed at school over lunchtime to watch the costume competition and see all the slutty outfits. I chose not to wear mine because of my belief that school activities sucked. There were a dozen-plus hot outfits, as I pondered who I may try and offer my big cock to first. Yet it was a cute, nerdish girl, Heather, dressed as an adorable anime character, who really got my attention. She was in some of my classes, and she was sweet and smart. I wouldn’t want just to fuck her, like I would any of the bitchy cheerleaders or athletes; no, I would want to date her… but alas, and believe it or not after all I’d been doing in the past week or so, I was way too shy even to talk to her.
I got home and got into my costume… without underwear… the pants extremely tight… not leaving anything to the imagination. I then put on some glasses, a dress shirt and dress pants over the top of it… I would be Clark Kent to start and Superman to finish.
Mom came home, late by a couple of hours, and apologized, “Sorry, work was crazy.”
“No worries,” I shrugged, “it’s been busy here, too.”
“It’ll be a nice evening though,” Mom said, before adding, as she looked at my Clark Kent disguise, “Cute.”
“Thanks,” I said before giving her a slight order, “now go get your costume on.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, saluting me playfully.
“Good girl,” I responded playfully, even as I was subtly trying to condition her.
I handed out candy to a couple of kids before Mom walked downstairs in an outfit that instantly had my cock hard and wedging itself into an awkward position in my tight outfit.
“Wow!” I blurted, in awe of her outfit.
“You like?” she asked, posing with both her arms in the air and flexing her muscles.
“You look amazing,” I said, as I checked out her breasts. Their shape was fully revealed by her Supergirl outfit as if the top had been painted on. She also had the short red skirt, matching boots and mocha-coloured nylons in between.
“I was hoping you’d like it,” she said, before explaining, “the Lois Lane costume was rather bland, and I wanted to look sexy tonight. Plus, you did say I should have been Supergirl. Since we’re only dressing up for each other and the trick-or-treaters, I wanted to dress to impress.”
“Well, that you most certainly did,” I said, “you look really sexy,” as I realized we were now wearing incestuous costumes… Supergirl was Superman’s cousin after all, and if they were dating, then… which only added steam to what I hoped was about to transpire.
“Thanks,” she smiled, “although it feels weird to be called sexy by my son.”
“Mom, you are sexy,” I stressed, “not to mention hot, beautiful and a complete MILF.”
“Oh my God!” she gasped, clearly knowing what MILF meant.
“What?” I asked.
“You just called me a MILF,” she objected, as the doorbell rang.
“You’re the ultimate MILF,” I added unapologetically, letting that thought linger as I got the door.
I returned a minute later as she was getting a drink of water. I said, “We should take some pictures.”
“Agreed,” she said, as she grabbed her camera. She loved taking photos, and it was always nearby. She put it on the tripod, pressed some buttons and came over to me. “Smile.”
We took a couple and then she said, “Now take off the Clark Kent costume.”
I said, “I need a girl to tell me that.”
“I am a girl,’ she pointed out, as I unbuttoned my shirt.
“No, you’re a woman,” I corrected.
“No, tonight I’m a girl… Supergirl,” she laughed, giving me another two-armed flex pose.
I pulled down my pants, tossed them aside and adjusted my cock right in front of my Mom… my hard cock tightly encased, so completely in view beneath the formfitting fabric.
“Oh my,” she said, as the doorbell rang again.
“I’ll get it,” I said.
“Okay,” she said, her cheeks slightly red.
I handed out candy to three kids and waited for another group that was already walking up. When I returned, Mom looked nervous. I asked, “Did you mean we should take some pics as Superman and Supergirl?”
“Sure,” she said, although she was definitely rattled… I assume by my cock, which was by now fully erect and its shape in plain sight… only some thin latex-like fabric holding it in place, angled upwards.
I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said, although she was clearly flustered.
“You sure?” I asked, knowing my cock was in full view and she was affected by it.
“Yes,” she repeated, as the doorbell rang.
“Okay,” I said, smiling as I went to get it.
I returned a couple minutes later after a parade of kids had trouped past our door.
“Let’s get these pictures done,” I said, as again I adjusted my cock in front of her.
“Okay,” she said, as she got the camera ready and we took a couple photos.